New Ending

I fell forward, feeling the oppression and evil of the pit in front of me, overcome only by my dread of the closing walls, threatening to squeeze all remaining life out of my being. But as I began to make that dreaded tumble to impending death in the pit below, I suddenly found myself immovable in the air, suspended over my death by some unseen force. Suddenly, the three judges reappeared in front of me, as stern and unsmiling as before, though now they all carried a wicked gleam in their eyes, a gleam that drove fear deep into my heart. The judge in the middle pulled off the guise of the white body, underneath appearing a hideous, grotesque, ash-black face with red eyes glaring incessantly at me. I knew from the deep sense of fear that overcame, my shaking, the chills, that this was no judge, but instead and me Lucifer himself. He gave me an appraising smirk and nod. “You have defeated two deaths now, my pit of darkness and pendulum of death. You are too great to perish only by your hand into that pit. You will die, yes, but Satan wishes to give you a choice given to no other man. You may plead acquittal before my brothers [indicating the two flanking judges] and try your luck, (dieing later, of course,) or you may choose to fight the walls. The choice is yours” he leered. Looking from the unflinching faces of the two to the jagged walls of the dungeon, finding myself free to move about, declared “I make my own luck” and dove to my death in the pit, watching the disappointed yet satisfied faces of those above.